nighttime passes, dark retreats

she's a real peach even when the night come crashing down

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expcnsives:

small towns were stifling. but even more so when a wild bunch of ghost hunters had planted themselves there for a week, most residents eating it up left the town buzzing. it was refreshing to find someone who wasn’t tacked onto the hype. watching the women pause her gardening ( of course staying a bit farther away; dirt? not welcome ), alessia shrugged in half defeat as she scanned over the crew. ❝ i don’t know, they seem pretty insistent that there’s something to be found here. they’d know better than i would, you know? ❞

“Well, I suppose,” Beverly shrugged. “It’s just that...Well, I’ve never seen anything. No one I know has ever seen anything...” Beverly seemed to frown in the sunlight as she watched the interview unfold just across the street. “It doesn’t particularly bother me, though. It all seems sort of glamorous.”

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mcniqadiri:

an afternoon walk of shame wasn’t nearly as shameful as it was now. the camera crews roaming aimlessly while the lighting was still optimal. a once peaceful neighborhood where he might have gotten out scot free, now a damn landmine. one hand in his pocket, the other gripping the smartphone to attempt to look like he wasn’t out of place. the picket fences a blaring contrast from the side he resided, but then again, he wasn’t here for the american dream. 

his attention seized by the video camera coming closer, intriguing to be so near, “ only one thing it really comes down to, money. “ a simple statement, logistically speaking, their timing was impeccable for the impending holidays. “ tourists will be rolling in by the bus loads again. “ 

“Oh, that’s quite the cynical view,” Beverly gently scolded the passing man who had clearly recently rolled out of bed. “I really think these people believe in what they’re doing, even if they’re getting paid for it. And if that just so happens to help Old Hollow’s economy, good! We could use it,” she stated, nodding her head in conclusion. “You’re not looking so well today, Mani, can I get you some water or coffee?” Her concern was plain in her voice.

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oftallvlah:

   tallulah’s savoring her last coveted moments of tangibility, knowing she’ll have to play dead — figuratively and literally — while the crew clumsily throttles their way through the quiet town. a delicate cadence pulls the spirit from her reverie, a faint smile enveloping her lips as she decides to indulge in the conversation. “ really? you’ve never seen any ghosts before? ” she’s half-tempted to dissolve on the spot, but the kindly woman inspires a more gentle approach. “ it’s a shame, though. i’ve always heard about them hauntin’ the hell out of this place, but it seems like it’s all talk. how long have you lived here? ”

“No, thank goodness!” Beverly sounded appalled just at the thought. “Have you? You make it sound as though I should have,” Beverly laughed. “Yeah, people really do enjoy their stories here. I do as well. It makes the history rich,” she sipped on some water. “Oh, I’ve lived here about twenty years now. Me and my parents moved here when I was about six, I believe.”

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ellisbyrne:

With a mug of coffee in one hand and some papers spread out to one side of him, Ellis had been glancing up to take note of what was going on around them, but for the most part he didn’t care that much about the tv crews. They didn’t change much for him… except maybe give him a good idea of who the most camera shy people were. Generally people afraid to be on film were more likely to be someone he was on the lookout for. When Beverly stopped gardening to sit down by him, he glanced up before scoffing and returning to his papers. 

“What a waste of time it is,” he grumbled, skeptical as he’d ever been. “Getting paid to chase after wild goose stories… it’s really such a racket. Why people are putting up with it or even pretending that they might be on to something, I’ll never know. The whole world is too damn gullible.”

Beverly sighed, leaning against a post, and took a sip of the water she had left out for herself. “Not goose stories, Ellis, ghost stories,” she teased, a satisfied little smile on her lips, though it faded when he looked back down at his work. “It’s not that big of a deal, don’t be so grumpy! It’s sort of the town’s culture. It always has been. We tell our stories, most of them tragic or spooky. The crews are just here because they somehow caught wind of our traditions.” 

“You really don’t believe in ghosts or the afterlife or anything like that?” Beverly already knew the answer, of course. No. Ellis only believed in what he saw proof of. He had always been that way, ever since Beverly knew him. Beverly was quite the opposite. She was a romantic, believing in people and circumstances and the fanciful things in life. But oh, how she wished she could tell him what had been occurring in her own home. Maybe, just maybe, she could...She was deep in thought, her fingers toying with her dirty gloves.

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vikmayes:

Viktoria looked up from her book when Bev joined her on the porch steps. She told the brunette she would help her garden, but so far, Vik has just been sitting on her steps reading her book. The red head looked over to the other’s neighbor to see them talking to a camera crew. “No? I don’t know. I mean, cameras have been known to take pictures of spirits.”

Viktoria put her finger in her place and closed the book slightly to give her undivided attention to the other. “But isn’t it weird that this town seems to have a lot of them?” She looked back over at the tv crew. “I haven’t seen anything either, but if it is real, I hope to see something soon.”

“Well, of course,” Beverly conceded easily enough. “But, pictures are so easily manipulated and Photoshopped. I just don’t know what to believe. I mean they even edited pictures in the Victorian Era! So those can be tossed out the window.”

“It is. But maybe people are just bored, you know? It is a small town and not a lot happens...” Beverly didn’t even sound as though she were convinced of her own theory. “Why on earth would you want to see something like that?!”

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twvlker:

Eyeing the television crew before him, Theodore resisted the urge to give them a real show — to simply put all of this to an end right here and now by giving them what they all seemingly wanted; though he supposed that would only serve to make things worse. They were a quiet town, after all. The last thing they needed was a constant flow of bombardment. 

“It’s all publicity and nothing more,” Teddy reassured the other after a long moment, smile pulling onto his lips as he turned to glance at his neighbor. What Beverly didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. “As long as we all keep our heads down, and pander for the time being, all of this should be over fairly soon.” He could only hope, of course.

Beverly offered a sweet smile in return. Of course, he was right. It was all publicity, but publicity for what? She had had her own strange happenings, but surely there was an explanation for it, or that was what everyone always told her. 

She looked up at Theodore, a question clear in her eyes. “You really want them to leave, don’t you? Does it bother you that much?”

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fxkrory:

“Seems more like a witch hunt, to me,” Rory merely muttered in return, eyeing the other before him as he took in the small school teacher; obviously oblivious to the happenings around town, though he supposed that was for the best. However, she was otherwise harmless, it appeared; Rory sighing as he forced himself to relax. “Not that any of this bullshit is real, anyways. — I mean, I’ve never seen anything suspicious… have you?” He questioned innocently, playing devils advocate for the hell of it. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t disagree with that sentiment at all! Sure, there’s plenty of stories about this town, but that’s only because it’s so old. I think it makes it exciting for people,” she shrugged, gripping her students’ artwork. 

“Oh, no,” she shook her head. Of course, that wasn’t entirely true. There had been happenings in her own home, and they terrified her. Some nights, she would simply sit in bed, crying from the terror. It made her sick, but she would never admit that aloud to another person! “But just because I haven’t personally seen something doesn’t make it unreal. I personally believe quite firmly that something must happen after death.”

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Beverly sat on the steps of her porch, dirty gardening gloves sat in her lap as she took a break from gardening to nurse a glass of cold water. Her wide, brown eyes watched a TV crew interviewing one of her neighbors. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s fascinating to think that spirits could be detected by electronics. I’m just not sure how much validity there is to it,” she stated as she wiped some sweat from her forehead. “I mean, I’m not even sure would find anything here anyways. Sure, it’s a very old, historic town and there are plenty of stories...But I’ve never seen a thing, thank goodness.”

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fxkrory:

“As if this place couldn’t get any more pathetic…” Rory muttered under protection of his hood, currently tangible, though choosing to hide all the same — visibly cringing anytime something metal and beeping was brought of for show. Though he supposed that if they were trying to create more ghosts, that ferris wheel would do it, Rory preferring to die a second time than ever step foot on that rickety monstrosity. He needed to get the fuck out of there. Though turning on his heels, he was suddenly brought face to face with the other, a scowl crossing his features as he momentarily forced to stay. “— Don’t tell me you’re actually into all this shit?” He practically growled out. 

Beverly had never enjoyed paranormal shows or horror movies or anything she deemed “scary”. It did not matter how much her mother or friends insisted they were fake. She hated them. Sure, she believed in ghosts, but the thought of encountering one sent shivers down her spine. Due to the small-town mentality, news of TV crews coming to hunt for ghosts spread quite quickly. Beverly wanted to avoid it like the plague. Making her way home from work, she flipped through her students’ drawings with a smile until she nearly ran into someone. She looked up, startled and the expression didn’t fade at his question. “Oh! Um...No, I don’t really like spooky things...I think it’s quite nice how excited everyone is though! This sort of thing creates a sense of community, I think.”

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“ i like not knowing what to expect through out the day .. it makes life exciting. each moment is precious – it makes me so happy. ”

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ellisbyrne:

“Hey, another coffee over here,” Ellis called out, not even looking up from the notebook he was scribbling things down in, or caring to spare a glance for anyone at the moment. He was far too wrapped up in himself just then, though when he didn’t get a response he called out to the figure he could vaguely see out of the corner of his eye again. “Before I die would be great.” He left it alone for another couple of seconds before he finally glanced up at the person, if just briefly before raising an eyebrow. “Do you even work here? …. you know what? I don’t care. I’ll give you ten bucks if you can bring me a cup of coffee in the next sixty seconds.”

Beverly scowled a bit at Ellis’ demands and complaining. This had been their routine since high school: once a week, meet up for coffee and study - now, as adults, Ellis would work while Beverly would flip through art books. “Ellis, be nice. Can’t you see how busy they are?” she questioned him without glancing up from her book. 

“Ellis!” She finally looked up in disbelief and gave a look of apology to the passing stranger. “If you wanted your coffee so badly, you could just ask me to go get it. What’re you working on that has so much of your attention, anyway?”

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hi guys, it me, abbie. this is beverly or “bev”. check out below the cut for some info on this ray of sunshine.

beverly is a little nugget.her family moved here when she was just a toddler.

she is ever the optimist and only sees the best in people which has been known to get her into quite the pickle in the past.

her father died when she was a child but no one could quite figure out how. 

she is very hush-hush about it.she is in denial about anything supernatural but is terrified by the aspect of it.

she tries her best to ignore any negativity, including her own emotions or thoughts. sometimes, holding it in can cause it to overflow.

loves animals and planting.bought her own house which she is VERY proud of.

sells her home-grown veggies and flowers at the local farmer’s market.

loves to paint.

is a kindergarten teacher!

dreams of becoming a full time artist in a beautiful city, but realizes it’s unrealistic.

COME LOVE HER PLS AND THANK YOU